I Don'T Know Their Address Where I Have To Post My Sad Letter Poem by nimal dunuhinga
I Don'T Know Their Address Where I Have To Post My Sad Letter
The month of November tells Goodbye very soon
And December comes with a snowy cap through my lonely dreams.
All my friends in the class get ready for the journey towards Christmas
And my class teacher asked my name again and again.
I said; 'Orphan'.
My Mom and Dad write me not very often
And they address me by that strange name.
I don't know their address where I have to post my sad letter.
Once they mentioned in a short letter both of them stay in a boarding house named 'Prison'.
'Please try to be a good boy and never think of this lousy place ever.'
* The roads are for cars and not for people........................
-Long Beach Rescue Mission for the Homeless-
I humbly dedicate this poem to 'get on the bus' Restorative Justice Works
This is a rather sad story. Maybe a past life experience, maybe not your own but rather someone less fortunate. We are are all orphans in one way or another. Sometimes just by not being excepted by our peers. This poem pulls at the heart strings.10+++
You seem to feel empathy for orphans. They sometimes appear in your poems. This one is heartbreaking, Nimal. Beautiul sadness. Life is unfair.10/10. Blessings to you, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 5:10:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You fill the reader's eyes with tears in this beautiful write about the cruelty of 'not belonging' and you do it with such poetic flair as to make your message even more powerful. Your line 'And December comes with a snowy cap through my lonely dreams' is particularly eloquent. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥